The lesson of Foucault's Pendulum is that history and its various elucidations in part form a type of meta-psychosis that plagues the mind of mankind. A well-spring of contrived validations serving a cornucopia of aspirations, from the vile to the majestic, from the humble to megalomaniac.

Indeed we pay for the sins of our fathers, as actors unaware we caught up in the whirlwinds of a self-inflicted paranoid delusion in a quest for significance and meaning.

An unending jihad to destroy the 'evil ones', flinging glorified feces at each other in a primal territorial war of ideology.

Evil is mans deep recognition and eager exploitation of his fellow mans psychological weakness, his vice, his vanities and the thirst for revenge against forces he deems responsible for his own powerlessness.

Doctoral supremecy measured not in terms of truth, but in terms of functionality: does it achieve dominance by any means.

Our holy grail is an irresistable, unassailable, impervious ideology that will eradicate every source of these mystical aberrations, to end the haunting of ourselves.

Borodino, however you spell it, his latest, or one of his latest, is great fun. Just reading the intro, where Frederick speaks not only German, but in the old German black letter font, was so funny I had to buy the book.

114 posted on 10/13/2003 2:16:01 PM PDT by RightWhale
(Repeal the Law of the Excluded Middle)